I've noticed I forgot to add a authors note to the past few chapters... My bad. Anyway I hope you'll enjoy this chapter and thank you for your support! 3
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Until next time, Peace! ~
Abigail's eyes shot open as she quickly sat up in her bed.
Looking around the room, Abigail was panting for breath and sweating heavily.
The girl looked over at the clock, trying to gather her thoughts.
8:45 Am
"It... Was a dream?" She mumbled to herself quietly, looking around the room.
Sure enough, she was safe. It was all in her head...
Alpha's words came echoing back into her mind, as she closed her eyes tightly. "Don't do this... Stay..."
Realizing this was a warning, Abigail wearily stood to her feet and scanned across the small room, looking to see if anyone was there with her.
Her feet became numb as they held her up onto the cold hospital floor.
Sudden chills ran down her spine as she took a deep breath.
"Stay..." A voice echoed quietly in her mind, fading just as quick as it had appeared.
Alpha was somewhere, whether it be dead in the woods or alive and barely holding on somewhere, he was still there.
He was with Abigail, even if his physical body was not. And that's how it'd always be, until his soul departed.
The door creaked open, and Abigail spun around and locked eyes with a nurse.
"Could you please sit back down, dear?" The little pale nurse asked, holding some medicine in her arms.
"W-What are you holding?" She asked, looking at some needles the nurse held.
"Oh, well, pain killers... Along with other things..."
"What other things?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that, dear..." The nurse replied, Abigail shooting her a suspicious look.
Was she over reacting? Most likely, but if you'd been through the hell she'd gone through, you'd be cautious of strangers as well.
Abigail slowly walked over to the bed and sat down, staring at the woman.
The woman walked over to Abigail and took out a needle, opening up some kind of container and sucking some medicine up into it.
The needle started to near Abigail's arm as the teen drew her arm back, the nurse shooting her a weird glance and chuckling.
"What's wrong? It's just a needle..."
Abigail didn't respond, but instead her eyes locked onto the pointed metal, and she held back the urge to sob.
The nurse was silent for a moment, until she shrugged it off and stuck the needle into Abigail.
Abby's green eyes filled with tears, not from pain, but from memories.
The nurse took no notice in the girl's watery eyes and simply picked her supplies back up, taking the needle out of her arm.
"We're going to make some phone calls... Need anything?" The woman asked, glancing back at the brunette.
Abby simply shook her head, her hair hanging in her face.
The nurse turned out and walked out without another word.
The slam of the door snapped Abigail into a flashback.
Abby, who was about 7 at the time, sat wincing in pain, sitting on a table in Fritz's house.
The purple man sighed and held a needle in his hand, sowing a huge gash in her leg back together.
"I told you to stay away from that dog..." He grumbled, the child sighing in response.
"I-I'm sorry..." She replied in a low tone, her hands holding firmly onto the oak wood table that sat in the kitchen.
Pulling the thread through her leg for the last time, Fritz snipped it off with a pair of scissors.
Picking the girl up from her under arms, the man gently sat the girl back onto the cold tile floor.
Her little purple socks started to slip on the floor beneath her, but the man was quick to grab her.
Realizing he'd shown affection or even the slightest amount of care to the girl, he quickly dropped her, letting her land on her butt.
Abigail stood up, smiling a bit. Fritz avoided eye contact with her as he walked over to a drawer and put the needle back into it, shutting it and locking it with a key.
The little girl had been with the man for about 2 years, walked over to a table.
Several framed pictures lined it as she stared at the image of a child and the man curiously.
There was also a older child in the photo, but he wasn't smiling.
The smaller child was wearing a black shirt with several lighter stripes across it.
"Hey, Frit?" The girl called out, turning to see the man rinsing his hands off in the sink.
The purple man rolled his eyes at the name she called him, and walked over to her blankly.
"Who's this?" She asked, pointing to the picture of the little boy.
Fritz's eyes widened as he shrugged, picking up the picture and staring at it for a long moment.
"No one who's around anymore..." He sighed, turning and walking over to a mantle, setting it up higher than the small child could reach.
"Who is he though?" The little girl asked, her green eyes locking with his solid white ones.
"No one. Now don't ask again..." The man glared at her, the little girl slightly fearful of the big man towering over her.
"B-But who is h-" The man slapped the girl across the face, loosing his temper as tears filled the side of his eyes.
He tried to hide it, and he doubted the child even noticed, her vision was being blurred by her own tears.
"I SAID- DON'T ASK AGAIN!" He screamed, turning to the picture and picking it up, throwing it against a wall and storming out.
As the door slammed, Abigail wiped her tears and stumbled to her feet, sniffling and walking over to a blue leather couch.
Crawling onto it with some trouble, she lay down and sob softly into it.
In the hallway, Fritz paced down the dark stretch of the house and came across a corner, walking into another section of the house.
Four doors. Three locked, never to be opened again...
The man shook his head, tears rolling down his face as he walked into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Fritz slid down the door, sobbing loudly into his hands.
On a mantle, across the room, sat three dolls.
A yellow bear, a red fox, and a pink and white vixen.
Tears clouded his vision as he glanced up at the plushes, and his heart sank.
Burring his face in his hands again, he pulled his legs close to his face and sobbed louder, rocking back and forth steadily.
On the mantle, the yellow bear sat motionless. It's black eyes became alive with two white pupils appearing, as they locked onto the sobbing man.
Fritz however took no notice in this, and the eyes faded away as soon as they'd appeared, never to be known of, never to be seen.
Vincent scrambled through the piles of objects, throwing spare parts and books to the side.
"How hard can it be to find one stupid little chip?!" He growled out, frantically searching for the device.
Rain water splattered onto the floor, leaking from the old poorly built ceilings.
"It has to be here!" He mumbled to himself, throwing a spare Freddy head into the corner.
Growing angry, he kicked an arcade machine that stood in front of him.
An awful screeching sound came from it, as the old machine attempted to play it's game song, but failed due to ruin and neglect.
The once cheerful melody now sounded like a garbled mess.
Covering his ears, the purple man realized the mistake of his actions.
The animatronics were bound to hear this awful racket, and when they did...
Oh, he'd meet a worse fate than those night guards. This he knew for certain.
Scrambling over to the pile of objects he began searching again.
"C-Come on!"
In the cove, Felicity lay sleeping in Foxy's arms.
Foxy himself was even drifting off to sleep. His eye lids became heavy as he yawned, and looked down at the sleeping cat in his arms.
He was leaning against the frame of her bed, melting into the soft mattress beneath him.
The pirate fox ran his fingers through her hair softly, smiling and drifting off into thought of the past.
All his regrets, things he'd wished he had done... Things he wished he hadn't.
Too late to redo that now... Now was now, and whatever he did made the future whether he liked it or not.
Felicity purred softly, drawing gentle breaths as she lay in her slumber, the world around her melted away like nothing was wrong.
At least while they slept they didn't have to face reality, the truth. The fact that almost all of their friends had been murdered.
But they couldn't run forever... And their fates would catch up to them as well someday, whether they wanted to admit it or not.
Freddy was sitting in the office, in a chair.
Mike hadn't shown up, and no one knew why.
Freddy has his doubts that anyone even noticed though, considering the recent events.
The bear's ears perked up when he saw what he believed to be Bonnie standing in the doorway.
"B-Bonnie?!" He yelped out in joy, leaping from his chair and running to the figure.
Upon arriving at the doorframe, Freddy saw the figure was now down the hall.
"Bonnie?" He called out curiously, stepping out of the door frame.
"Follow me..." Shadow Bonnie replied, turning and walking around a corner.
Freddy tore off across the hall, following the figure.
"Bonnie?!"